You have created an anxiety attack. Judgmental asshole, you have no idea who I am and the hoops I had to jump just to be alive. The things you have created and the growing I have done. I don't need a fucking kid that barely knows what life is to be so condescending in the way you relay your "help."
I said "I'm stressed because of the clutter of the house" and your reaction is to demean my existence. Then you feel so offended by my own issues as if I'm insulting you just for being alive, and you say, your troubles are soooo hard, your life is soooo difficult. You collect things and you are a hoarder and the thing is that you have issues and you need to deal with them. Fucking asshole you created half the issues in my life. Because of you I feel trapped in my own home, because of you I can't be the same with my family, because of you I am shut from the world, because of you I can't love like I loved you. Your fucking betrayal and your fucking ignorance, and transgression . . . . I just want to punch something and break it. I am so done. You asked for my laptop and made me feel guilty for not giving you the only thing that I have bought and kept only for myself. Where I do my videos and write in my diary. You have indeed just asked me, no, DEMANDED, this and made me feel guilty. When you have your own laptop, your phone and the video game console I bought; which you use to talk to your fuck buddies.
You don't listen, you definitely don't listen to anyone but yourself. Talking to you is stressful because is only you being condescending about anything I talk about, and how your friends are better. Then go fuck yourself and go live with your fucking perfect friends. Stop mooching off my good nature and if you are going to stay then find respect for me or get the fuck out. I'm so tired of fucking abusive assholes. I feel like I'm about to explode anytime. My two days off were wasted because of your fucking plans. I NEED to stop bending over backwards to your will. You're an asshole and I'm a dumb ass for thinking that you love me.
How dare you, you dis-help and create clutter in my heart. Cluttered with pain and wounds and your fuking NEEDS . . . go fuck yourself!!
